Quickly, Everton arrived in a massive, sealed chamber in the innermost part of the hall.
He finally understood why his chief Potion Master had a hesitant expression.
What appeared before him was a giant, deformed, and sinister beast, which, from any angle, barely resembled the graceful and beautiful shape of a dragon anymore.
At this moment, the beast before him had five heads, but only one was normal; the remaining four were either deformed or shriveled like mere ornaments around the primary head.
Five differently shaped heads.
But completely different from the fully developed heads of a Multi-Headed Dragon.
The Dragon Scale on its body resembled a palette, with some areas red, some areas green, scattered chaotically over its body, devoid of beauty.
The only remarkable thing was that, though it should have the energy fluctuations of a young dragon, it was now comparable to an adult Giant Dragon.
No, more powerful than an adult Five-Colored Giant Dragon.
